I Just Want To Be Loved

The pain I feel is so intense. When I think of love I think that the river begins to settle down as faith, strength, and courage begins to echo in the sky. Like I once heard, the love you feel is like the wind, you can’t see but you can feel it. I frequently speculate on such dishonesty from the notion of what’s supposed to be love. The walks of someone’s life time and again become interchangeably to the valley leading to their faith. I know I should listen to my heart, but what if the heart is saying something I don’t want to hear. What if it is telling you to leave, but you just can’t walk away. What do I really do? Just like the heart, actions speak louder than words and the heart wants what it wants. Complete peace. The heart is speaking to you. It is showing you that if one’s actions towards you are disapproving then you believe them. I solidify when I think about my life and my dreams. However, I often question does the path my dreams lie upon is the right path. I contemplate when covered by complex sorrows. All of a sudden you find yourself the only one showing love because it is not being reciprocated. What should I do? Run and never look back, or stay in hopes that it will emerge. Am I worthy to be loved? Mirror, Mirror what you see. Is it him or is it just me. Am I unattractive? Do I have an appalling personality? I want to be loved. I want to stop crying instead of being overwhelmed by disappointment. I want to say I love you, and he says it back. I want us to admit to mistakes and resolve them together. Because I am tired of feeling like I’m the only one at fault. I want us to just be ourselves. I just want to be loved.

I am a full-time Doctorate student. I am optimistic, loving, caring, aggressive, fair, and strong-willed. I enjoy reading and writing. I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I love being a mom.

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